Dieter’s Delight- a poem by Susanna Di Milo

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I’m going on a diet

That’s it!

I’ve had enough!

That woman,

in the mirror

My Goodness,

she looks rough!

 

Yes!

I’m going on a diet

Because nice clothes

Only come in

‘Thin’

And Skinny jeans

rarely

these days

Go

beyond

my shin.

 

That’s it –

I’m going on a diet

I’ll only eat fish

and rye

Vegetables

fruit,

and salads

Are all

that’ll catch

my eye

 

I’m going on a diet

Carbs

will never

pass my lips

Because

they have

a nasty habit

Of parking

on my hips!

 

I’m going on a diet

I’ve read the latest fad

Smoothies are good

And food

on the whole

is bad

 

Yes!

I am going on a diet

I will never

tell a lie

But it starts

tomorrow

So I’ll have

another

slice

of

pie.

 

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Happy New Year

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My Cactus was beautiful this year!

Its been a wonderful Christmas, lots of fun and laughter. My son came to stay and it was like being a family again! We were up dancing and singing until 3.30am – luckily we have no close neighbours! We opened stockings, had a 7 course lunch that started at 1 and finished at 7 with games and breaks between courses! Good friends visited, my daughter came with her husband – and we have enough chocolate to last a few weeks at least! Presents were wrapped and unwrapped, love and laughter filled our home. We were truly blessed.

Happy New Year

 

I do hope that 2016 is a great year, full of blessings of health wealth and happiness.

A New Year’s Reflection

Take nothing for granted

For whenever you do

The joy of enjoying

Is lessened for you.

For we rob our own lives

Much more than we know

When we fail to reflect

Or in any way show

Our thanks for our blessings

That daily are ours …

The warmth of the sun,

The fragrance of flowers,

The kind, little deeds,

So thoughtfully done,

The favours of friends

And the love that someone

Unselfishly gives us

In a myriad of ways,

Expecting no payment

And no words of praise –

Oh, great is our loss

When we no longer find

A thankful response

To the things of this kind.

For the joy of enjoying

And the fullness of living

Are reflections of the heart

That is filled with thanks giving.

Helen Steiner Rice

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Today

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Today…

I shall leave the dishes

unwashed

the bed

un made

I won’t straighten the cushions on the sofa

or launder the clothes

that lay on the floor

Today

I will delight

in half drunk

cold cups of coffee

squashed cushions

and scattered clothes

I shall lie

listless and lazy

in an unmade bed

with crumpled sheets

because

each

is

imbibed

with you

I can caress

the rim of the coffee cup

knowing

it has touched your lips

or trace

the cast of your face

on the pillow

or the imprint

of the cushion where you lay

each item

carries you back to me,

as if

by preserving these things

I can keep you

here

because today

I miss you

I am as empty

as the hollow cast

on the pillow

in my un-made bed.

Sugar – Poetry 101 Rehab challenge

Sugar

She knew

He was distracted

Absent

Staring into space

Again

She loved him

Fastening her apron

Reaching for the jar

She smiled

He loved her too

On Monday

Pulling apples from his tree

She made Apple Crumble

Spicing it with cloves and cinnamon

Just like his school dinners

On Tuesday

She baked

Sicilian Lemon cake,

First tasted on honeymoon

twenty years ago

On Wednesday

Golden treacle pudding

with custard

just like his mother taught her

On Thursday

Shortbread fingers

Eaten by the loch

where they discovered

blossoming parenthood

On Friday

The vanilla scent of

New York Baked Cheese Cake

Welcomed him home

By Saturday

He was no longer distracted

They celebrated

With tiramisu

Adventures of a Bookworm

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I am not a poet, sometimes I catch one – just like a butterfly –  if I am lucky I have time to write it down. Today, while my eyes strayed to the bookshelves (I have them in every room), this little poem popped in my head.

My bookshelves brim, both high and low

Of adventures and places, I’d like to go

Shall I journey back in time?

Or take a boat trip on the Rhine?

Traverse the galaxy, explore black holes

or find a way to save our souls?

I’ll take a course, I’ll  learn to speak,

In Russian, Spanish, Dutch and Greek.

Unravel mysteries, solve fiendish crime,

Battle, Nazis and Ghouls, and win every time.

Between the covers of a book

Adventures lurk, just take a look

A tale of courage, a life of strife,

Of how a man met and woo’d his wife.

When times are hard or the weather’s bleak

I’ll go and fight Pirates in Martinique

I have no need of plane or car

To travel places near and far

Just a cup of tea, a cosy chair

Peace and quiet, time to spare.

Upon my bookshelf, crammed in tight

Adventures call both day and night.

Susanna Di Milo

(c)2015